Date: Fri, 24 Dec 2004 09:50:00 -0500 From: Herb Cat Subject: Wayne the Wrestler chapter 7 Disclaimer: This story is fiction. I made it all up. The people in the story aren't real people. I made them up. The things that happen in the story didn't really happen. I made them up too. I am personally repulsed by the idea that grown men would manipulate the emotions of vulnerable young children for their own sexual gratification. However, as a writer I challenge myself to "get inside the mind" of my characters. In Wayne the Wrestler, I have attempted to present the blossoming relationship between a 30-year-old man and a 12-year-old boy. In doing so, I have tried to present both characters sympathetically. However, this story should not be construed as an endorsement either of pedophilia or of its insidious methods. I would appreciate any responses, positive or negative. Wayne the Wrestler - Chapter 7 Raven could hardly close the door fast enough as Wayne ripped off all his clothes, reached into his school bag and pulled out the tube of lube. It was nearly empty. "I guess you have been practicing." "Yep, now look what I can do, Sir." He raced upstairs, grabbed a towel from the bathroom and slid down the bannister. He laid the towel on the couch and then laid down and brought his knees up to his chest. Then as Raven stared at his little hole, he greased up three fingers. He put his middle finger in the hole and it went right in without a struggle. "That's one!" Then he pulled it out a little, added his index finger, and shoved them both in. "That's two!" He pulled them out, and added his ring finger. He took a deep breath, squeezed his eyes shut and then pushed all three into his hole, right up to the second knuckles. "That's three!" He grunted. Raven applauded. He was really impressed. In fact, his dick was growing from watching this astounding show. "You see, I told you I was a fast learner, Sir." "You sure are, slave boy. That is really amazing. You made a lot of progress. You know though that it's going to take a long time before you can take my fat cock." "I know that, Sir. I'll wait." "Let me see those three fingers." Wayne held them up. With one hand, Raven held them together and with the other, put his own middle beside them. "Just as I thought. Your three are about the same size as my one." "You mean?" "Yep, I can finger fuck you now. Give me your lube." Raven took a gob on his finger even though Wayne's hole was more than adequately greased already. He bent over the boy and slowly put his finger against the hole. "Now just relax, Wayne. You're getting kind of tensed up." Wayne took a breath and closed his eyes. Raven pushed gently against the boy's ring. He felt it give a little. He pushed the tip through and then waited as Wayne got accustomed to his finger. When the sphincter relaxed a little, He pushed in further until the tip rested against his young little prostate. Wayne's eyes burst open. "Wow, that feels great, Sir. That's the most wonderful thing I ever felt." Raven leaned over and kissed the boy's mouth as he moved his finger inside the warm little cavity. "Please, Son," he whispered "What?" "Please, I need a blow job right now." "Fuck, sure." Raven took Wayne's place on the towel and Wayne went to work on his cock. "Fuss fek," Wayne mumbled, his mouth full of pulsating penis. "Huh?" Raven coughed. Briefly Wayne released the cock from his mouth. "I said `face fuck.' You can still face fuck me." And then he swallowed the cock again, dreaming of the day when it would enter his ass. Unthinkingly, Wayne began stroking his own dick as he sucked. Suddenly he realized it was growing and oozing precum. He sucked harder. Raven grabbed his head and caressed it against his abs. Wayne pulled back. "What's wrong, slave boy?" Raven sat up and stared at Wayne's erect cock. "Oh, I see, that's it, my boy, keep squeezing. Raven grabbed his own dick, Wayne hopped up and sat on the towel beside him, and they squeezed together. "Oh, oh, oh." "You feel it coming, don't you boy?" Wayne nodded. "Oh, oh, what do I do, Mr. Raven?" "Keep stroking it, slave boy. It will cum real soon. I can tell." And immediately, gobs of white cream began flying through the air. Wayne didn't want it to stop. He kept choking and shooting. Raven's money shot followed soon after. There was boy cum and man cum everywhere. "Wow!" Wayne lay back exhausted. Raven gave him a long mouth kiss. "Congratulations. You are a man, slave boy." They took a shower and then watched the rest of the wrestling movie. Two more matches. In the third one, the winner was the shorter man. Together they recited their mantra, "You don't need to be big to win in wrestling. You just have to be quick, and smart." When the movie was over, Raven reached into the end table and pulled out two white boxes, tied in blue ribbon, each about six inches long. "What's this, Sir?" "Those are a couple of presents I bought just for you." "Fuck, really, just for me? It's not my birthday, Sir." "Can't I give the boy I love a present now and then?" Wayne smiled and shook the two boxes next to his ear. "I think I know what this one is." "What?" "I bet it's a tube of lube, Sir." "See." Wayne ripped it open and sure enough, he now had his own tube. "Have I been using too much, Sir?" "Well, maybe just a little bit. But it's important to use it. I don't want you to get hurt." "I can't figure out with this one is." "I had a real hard time finding that one. I went to three different stores." Wayne opened it slowly and inside was a piece of flesh colored plastic that looked just like a man's cock. An erect cock. "Wow, what's this?" "It's called a dildo, slave boy. Every man should have one." "Really, do you have one?" "Come upstairs with me." Raven opened the drawer in his bedside table and Wayne stared down at a dozen plastic cocks, all sizes and all colors. "Wow." He picked up the biggest one. "You sure have a lot of dildos, Sir." "Yes, and I use them all too." "How?" "Well, I rub them with the lube and stick them up my ass." Wayne's eyes bugged out. "Even this one!" "Yep, even that one. But for you, I had to find one in your size. That's what took so long. See yours is just a little bit thicker than my finger." "Than my three fingers." "That's right. Now you have to be real careful. You have to use the lube. And you have to put it in real slow. Do the finger fuck first. Don't put the dildo in until you feel your hole is ready." Wayne stared at it. "It sure is long, Sir." "Yes, it will go a lot further than your finger can go. You want to try it out now?" "Fuck, yes." Together they laid side by side on the bed. They both greased up their fingers, positioned their knees up over their chests and finger fucked. They counted together. "One!" "Two!" "Three!" Raven made sure they stayed at that point for a long time. "Do you think your hole is ready?" "I think so," Wayne said hesitantly. "OK, don't rush." Each one grabbed his dildo with his free hand. "Don't take your fingers out yet." But Raven extracted his three fingers and grabbed his lube. He greased up both dildos. "OK, you ready?" "I think so," Wayne repeated. "OK, put the dildo in position and slide your fingers out." Both dildos were put in place. "Slow now, slave boy." Carefully, they both began to push the tip into the hole. Both grunted. Wayne glanced at Raven and saw him squeeze his face up. He saw that yes, it was supposed to feel this way. Both dildos inched in a little further. Raven watched that Wayne wasn't pushing too fast or too far. "How far do I push it?" Wayne could hardly get the question out. "That's far enough, my boy. Now just relax and enjoy the feeling. You can wiggle it a little like this." "Oh, that feels so nice. Almost as nice as your finger. Sir." Still impaled, Raven leaned over and gave the boy a kiss on the mouth. ------ It was getting a little cooler, the leaves were starting to turn, and carved pumpkins were appearing in front yards. Now that Wayne could ejaculate, mutual masturbation was added to the menu of Wednesday activities. His schoolbag on Wednesdays always had one or two singlets, his lube and his dildo. Raven would give him new lube whenever it was getting low and he always inspected his dildo to make sure Wayne was keeping it clean. They had watched the CD about four times by then. Wayne's muscles kept getting stronger. Each week he demonstrated the moves he was learning on the new mat Raven had bought and left in place on the floor of the spare room. Raven made sure he was keeping up with all his classes, wasn't getting into any trouble, and showing respect - that all-important word - to everyone. "Do you still play with Benny?" "Fuck, yes, Sir. We play together lots. He's gonna go around with me Saturday." "Go around?" "Yeah, for Trick or Treat. Saturday is Halloween, Sir." "Fuck, I forgot all about that. I better buy some candy, I guess." "Yes, Sir, you better or your yard's gonna get TP'ed." They both laughed. "Will you get dressed up?" "I'm gonna be a hobo, and Benny's gonna be a pirate. Did you ever dress up for trick-or-treat, Sir?" "Fuck, yes. I loved to dress up. I always loved wearing costumes. Before I moved here, I lived in the city and I got a costume for Halloween every year." "You mean, even as a man, Sir?" "Yep, come on upstairs." Wayne stood in the hallway as Raven pulled down the ladder to the crawl space. He climbed up and brought down a box marked "Costumes" and they went into the bedroom. For a long time, Wayne tried on hats and furs and feathers and masks. Everything had a warm, soft feel to it. He was so engrossed with all the paraphernalia that he didn't realize he was unconsciously jerking the whole time. He started to put a gun holster around his waist when he saw his boyish hardon. "Uh oh. I'm sorry, Sir. I didn't know . . . " "Hush, slave boy. Don't apologize. I love your erection. Keep it up." "But I might cum on these pretty costumes," he protested, but he didn't stop jerking. He couldn't stop jerking. "No you won't, slave boy." Tears were welling up. "I won't? But, oh, oh. . . ." Raven knelt down low in front of the lad and wrapped his mouth around Wayne's dick. He opened one side of his mouth and said softly, "Fuck my face, slave boy," and then began sucking the hard little dick. A dream come true. A blow job from the man whose cock he had sucked so often. He stood and felt his whole body tremble. By reflex, he got up on his tippy toes and wrapped his arms around Raven's head. Raven never let go of the cock but put one strong arm around Wayne's buttocks and leaned the boy across his shoulder. He stood up, still sucking, and gently walked into the bedroom, laid the boy on the bed and continued sucking. Suddenly, Wayne felt the first spasm. He knew Raven's mouth was filling with his jizz, but Raven didn't let go. Wayne didn't count the eruptions. Neither did Raven. But each one was swallowed completely, and both knew when they subsided. "Wow, Sir, you are a bona fide, I forget the rest of the words, cocksucker." ------ On Halloween, Wayne said to Benny, "C'mon, let's try that house over there." "But I don't know who lives there, Wayne." "I think I know, and anyway, he has his front light on. C'mon." "Well, OK. I just hope it isn't some monster who will catch us and eat us up." Wayne wasn't sure if Benny was joking or serious, but he said, "Don't worry, I'm a wrestler. I can protect you." He held Benny's hand and went up the familiar front walk. So the hobo and the pirate rang the doorbell. "Shit," Wayne thought to himself, "He better not be naked." When the door opened, Raven thankfully was dressed. The boys scanned his sneakers, his jeans, his shirt and oh, Fuck. Raven was wearing a monster mask. Benny squeezed Wayne's hand tighter, and started to bolt. Wayne had to think quick. "Listen up, Monster," he said aloud, "don't you go eating us up, or you'll be sorry." Wayne struck the neutral pose. "Now, trick or treat." "Well, I guess I better give you two boys a special treat then because I sure don't want to be sorry." Instead of reaching into the bowl of candy beside him, Raven reached behind the door and handed each of them a large bag filled with all kinds of chocolate bars and packages of raisins and boxes of fruit juice and on the top bags of popcorn. "Wow," said Benny, "thanks, Mister Monster." Wayne winked at the eye holes in Raven's mask and said, "Thank you, Sir." In chapter 8, Wayne surprises Raven, then reports that the wrestling team may get cancelled. He knows what he is truly thankful for. Later the team is saved and finishes the season.